The jade scorpion screamed and its body trembled violently. The giant black scorpion also seemed to have suffered a serious blow and became listless.

Seeing this, Qing Ling was cheered up and quickly seized the opportunity, controlling the blood-colored golem and launching a more fierce attack on the jade scorpion.

Under the attack of the two, the Jade Scorpion gradually lost the upper hand and had more and more wounds on its body.

The jade scorpion roared, and the black scorpion waved its pincers wildly behind him, but it was like a trapped beast fighting in vain.

Qing Ling's face turned slightly pale, but the blood-red golem she summoned became more and more solid, like a demon descending from hell, and punched out, hitting the black scorpion right in the middle.

The black scorpion wailed and shattered into pieces. The jade scorpion spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, also suffering heavy damage.

A smile appeared on Qingling's lips, and she thrust her long whip straight at the Jade Scorpion, lifting his head high up!

The Jade Scorpion didn't even have time to wail before its life force was completely gone.

However, at the moment when Yuxie died, Qingling's face suddenly changed. She let out a painful groan, staggered back a few steps, and her face turned as pale as paper.

"You...you dare to plot against me!"

Qing Ling suddenly looked up and stared at Meng Wan, her eyes filled with disbelief and rage.

She never expected that Meng Wan would launch a sneak attack on her when she was concentrating on dealing with the Jade Scorpion!

Meng Wan still looked lazy, with an innocent smile on her lips.

"Yes, Senior Sister Qingling, it would be a shame to miss such a good opportunity."

"We are both from the same bloodline and are in a secret realm. How could you ignore the overall situation and attack me?"

Qing Ling pointed at Meng Wan with a trembling voice, her eyes full of anger.

"The big picture?"

Meng Wan chuckled, "I don't know what the big picture is. I only know that refining Senior Sister will help me improve my cultivation!"

After saying that, the second soul-splitting nail was successfully condensed and stabbed towards Qingling fiercely.

Feeling the threat of death, a trace of fear flashed in Qing Ling's eyes. She hurriedly took out a blood weapon and tried to block Meng Wan's spiritual attack.

At the same time, he begged for mercy, "Junior Sister Meng, spare my life! I am willing to submit to you and serve you!"

Meng Wan's face remained expressionless, and she remained steadfast as she sent the terrifying Soul-Splitting Nail through the opponent's defensive blood weapon and into Qing Ling's soul...

Qingling's eyes gradually changed from fear to dullness and confusion.

Ever since her cultivation level skyrocketed, her spiritual power also increased.

It was a piece of cake to deal with Qing Ling, who had experienced two battles, was bitten by poisonous insects, and whose soul was already weakened.

"Master, if he doesn't make a move, it's fine. But when he does, it's astonishing! Qing Ling, a mere mortal, isn't even worthy of being the Master's opponent, yet she's still thinking of joining the Master. Hahahaha, how ridiculous!"

The Heart-Eating Bug offered a round of flattery at the right moment, and at the same time, did not forget to boast about his achievements, "Master, I have suppressed the poisonous insect in Qingling's body. You can enjoy it as you please."

"good."

Meng Wan praised the Heart-Eating Bug, reached out her hand and pierced into Qing Ling's sea of ​​blood, absorbing it happily.

To be fair, Qingling's sea of ​​blood is not that big, only about the size of two or three lakes.

However, her cultivation was high, and the blood spirit water was as thick as substance. The blood and spiritual energy contained in it were extremely rich, which was an unexpected surprise.

The blood spirit water in Qingling's blood sea seemed to be drawn, and it flowed madly into Meng Wan's body through Meng Wan's hands.

She could clearly feel that her cultivation was improving steadily.

When Qing Ling's sea of ​​blood was completely sucked dry, Meng Wan's cultivation level reached the sixth level of foundation building.

Meng Wan sighed with satisfaction.

Even if you practice in the Holy Land of Blood, it is far less easy than directly absorbing other people's essence and blood.

Unfortunately, there are only a few quasi-saints in the Blood Path, and she has already taken them all.

Although Yuanwu, Yuechan and others worked very hard to cultivate and restored their cultivation to the third level of foundation building in a very short time, it was still too slow, too slow.

Meng Wan collected all the things that Qing Ling left behind after her death, and found a new storage bag to put the jade scorpion and the remaining poisonous insect corpses into it.

As a demon cultivator, thriftiness has been ingrained in her bones.

Although I don’t know how to use these things, I’ll just keep them for now.

After Meng Wan collected the spoils and was about to thoroughly clean up the traces of the battlefield, she suddenly heard a hurried warning from the Heart-Eating Bug in her mind.

"Master, hurry up! Someone is coming in this direction. He's extremely fast and has a powerful aura. He's most likely a Saint!"

Without thinking too much, Meng Wan made a prompt decision, destroyed most of the traces of the battle with a few strikes, and quickly fled the scene.

"Damn, it seems I'm late!"

A muffled curse filled the air.

Ghost Blade suddenly appeared on the battlefield, a cold ghost aura surrounding him, his eyes sweeping across the messy scene like a blade.

Although the scene was chaotic, he was still able to keenly smell the faint scent of poisonous insects and a hint of ghostly aura in the air filled with a strong smell of blood.

Ghost Blade squatted down, and his slender pale fingers gently brushed the ground, and a wisp of black air surged from his fingertips.

He closed his eyes and felt it carefully for a while, his face becoming increasingly gloomy.

"It's the breath of Mo Xiao. He died here..."

Ghost Blade's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of uncontrollable anger.

There is a faint ghost aura remaining here, which belongs to the ghost general Mo Xiao under his command.

Although Mo Xiao's strength was not top-notch, he was loyal to him. Now he died tragically here. How could he not be angry?

Ghost Blade slowly stood up, scanning the surroundings with his eyes like a hawk.

In addition to the ghostly aura of the black goblin, there was also a strong smell of blood and traces of poisonous insects at the scene.

It was obvious that a fierce battle had taken place here, and at least three people participated in the battle.

In addition to Mo Xiao, the other two are the Blood Cultivator and the Gu Cultivator.

A sneer appeared on Ghost Blade's lips, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Interesting! The Duobao Pavilion has just begun, and someone has already killed my ghost general. If I don't kill this person, I will never be able to get rid of the hatred in my heart!"

He waved his sleeves, and a powerful ghost energy swept out, destroying all the surrounding trees.

Ghost Blade carefully observed every detail, trying to find clues hidden in it.

At the same time, Meng Wan was hiding in the shadow of a towering ancient tree, carefully observing Ghost Blade's every move with the Blood Wheel Eye.

Seeing Ghost Blade looking like he wanted to dig three feet into the ground, she couldn't help but secretly thankful that she ran fast, otherwise she would definitely be caught by Ghost Blade.

Although Mo Xiao did not die at her hands, Gui Ren, as the Holy Son of Ghost, naturally would not reason with her.

Meng Wan was about to look away when she saw Ghost Blade suddenly raise his head and look in her direction, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes. "Who is spying on this Saint Son?"

Meng Wan's eyelids twitched slightly. She didn't expect the ghost blade to be so sharp.

Even from such a distance, I could still sense her prying.